<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961537659903707208</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:01:26.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moree Memories</title><subtitle type='html'>“Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.”</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreememories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961537659903707208/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreememories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>A Little about My Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12837166984947084436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961537659903707208.post-4958563731108267193</id><published>2009-02-06T14:52:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T15:39:06.807-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"I Love You" in a 100 different languages</title><content type='html'>Did you know there is a 100 different ways to say "I Love You"? Me either, until a couple weeks ago while laying in the bed my husband informed me of it. He has also been telling me how many more days are left until Valentines Day. This has been going on since the last week in January. On Monday, the flower girl showed up to my work with a single rose with a card. Come to find out, he is going to send me one each day with an I LOVE YOU card in a different language. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday thru Friday. I added them together each day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SYybdPef8dI/AAAAAAAAAKA/wp0Qs2_UCqI/s1600-h/flowers4"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SYybdPef8dI/AAAAAAAAAKA/wp0Qs2_UCqI/s320/flowers4" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299781788181197266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEEK 1- Each card I received. &lt;br /&gt;Monday-Cantonese&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday- French&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday-Dutch&lt;br /&gt;Thursday-Hawaiian&lt;br /&gt;Friday-Italian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SYyb0z8YpWI/AAAAAAAAAKI/JUnp3HL185U/s1600-h/flowers2"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SYyb0z8YpWI/AAAAAAAAAKI/JUnp3HL185U/s320/flowers2" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299782193107215714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they so pretty- I am hoping they will last until next week, so I can put them all together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SYycaYUBefI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Z9jpfUphdEc/s1600-h/flowers6"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SYycaYUBefI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Z9jpfUphdEc/s320/flowers6" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299782838525196786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is for Lynn- she said I HAD to do a funny one!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SYycH4M8KRI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/S7KFiehM_Ow/s1600-h/flowers5"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SYycH4M8KRI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/S7KFiehM_Ow/s320/flowers5" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299782520667908370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961537659903707208-4958563731108267193?l=moreememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreememories.blogspot.com/feeds/4958563731108267193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961537659903707208&amp;postID=4958563731108267193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961537659903707208/posts/default/4958563731108267193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961537659903707208/posts/default/4958563731108267193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreememories.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-love-you-in-100-different-languages.html' title='&quot;I Love You&quot; in a 100 different languages'/><author><name>A Little about My Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12837166984947084436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SYybdPef8dI/AAAAAAAAAKA/wp0Qs2_UCqI/s72-c/flowers4' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961537659903707208.post-1044872414263257664</id><published>2009-01-25T16:34:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T17:03:19.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner w/ my Parents</title><content type='html'>Saturday night we decided that we were going to have seafood w/ my parents. My brother, stepdad, and myself all love it, but my mom, stepbrother, and husband don't eat it, so they had to settle for burgers. We got a whole box of oysters to steam, 10 lbs. of crablegs, and shrimp for kabobs! Everything was awesome! I was really suprised, but Landen enjoyed the oysters and crablegs too!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SXzcxb_2TMI/AAAAAAAAAJY/gAQqNMmpS1U/s1600-h/101_0084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SXzcxb_2TMI/AAAAAAAAAJY/gAQqNMmpS1U/s320/101_0084.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295350003768118466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt get the crab out of the legs fast enough for Lil Ms. Priss&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SXzdoPJxPNI/AAAAAAAAAJg/DmkUz7yRg14/s1600-h/101_0097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SXzdoPJxPNI/AAAAAAAAAJg/DmkUz7yRg14/s320/101_0097.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295350945212873938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brothers and stepdad (like we really need to see the food inside of Nick's mouth, lol).....&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SXzfcP74oAI/AAAAAAAAAJw/p_hLlM3QQ9g/s1600-h/101_0090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SXzfcP74oAI/AAAAAAAAAJw/p_hLlM3QQ9g/s320/101_0090.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295352938287898626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landen thought the claw was amazing! He had to play w/ it for a while. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SXzgaFyDegI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/8MgS5HpYHWk/s1600-h/101_0106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SXzgaFyDegI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/8MgS5HpYHWk/s320/101_0106.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295354000714201602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all had a really good time and ate too much!!!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SXzeexTaRdI/AAAAAAAAAJo/6jCeEzf_T0s/s1600-h/101_0115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SXzeexTaRdI/AAAAAAAAAJo/6jCeEzf_T0s/s320/101_0115.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295351882093053394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961537659903707208-1044872414263257664?l=moreememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreememories.blogspot.com/feeds/1044872414263257664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961537659903707208&amp;postID=1044872414263257664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961537659903707208/posts/default/1044872414263257664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961537659903707208/posts/default/1044872414263257664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreememories.blogspot.com/2009/01/dinner-w-my-parents.html' title='Dinner w/ my Parents'/><author><name>A Little about My Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12837166984947084436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SXzcxb_2TMI/AAAAAAAAAJY/gAQqNMmpS1U/s72-c/101_0084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961537659903707208.post-1620697331202261287</id><published>2009-01-25T16:06:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T16:33:25.674-05:00</updated><title type='text'>T.V. Time!!!</title><content type='html'>The kids crack me up when they decide they are going to watch t.v. in the livingroom. For some reason, they don't like to sit on the couch or in the chair, but on here.....&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SXzVCIgkXoI/AAAAAAAAAIw/AoAd0y-n98g/s1600-h/101_0066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SXzVCIgkXoI/AAAAAAAAAIw/AoAd0y-n98g/s320/101_0066.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295341494501400194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, the table in the middle of the floor. I think they are so cute how they put their little hands up under their chins!&lt;br /&gt;They love taking pictures! After I took the first one, I couldn't stop!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SXzVoG7SQiI/AAAAAAAAAI4/VGb4IAgvC-g/s1600-h/101_0072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SXzVoG7SQiI/AAAAAAAAAI4/VGb4IAgvC-g/s320/101_0072.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295342146911617570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landen.....&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SXzYz7Z_HCI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pm-_ZWOqW0s/s1600-h/101_0068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SXzYz7Z_HCI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pm-_ZWOqW0s/s320/101_0068.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295345648512474146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaidence.....&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SXzZNqVyqII/AAAAAAAAAJQ/eCAkpnE6jhg/s1600-h/101_0070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SXzZNqVyqII/AAAAAAAAAJQ/eCAkpnE6jhg/s320/101_0070.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295346090608076930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, one with daddy.....&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SXzWVeo3GjI/AAAAAAAAAJA/k7OMHk-cWRw/s1600-h/101_0075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SXzWVeo3GjI/AAAAAAAAAJA/k7OMHk-cWRw/s320/101_0075.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295342926370904626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961537659903707208-1620697331202261287?l=moreememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreememories.blogspot.com/feeds/1620697331202261287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961537659903707208&amp;postID=1620697331202261287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961537659903707208/posts/default/1620697331202261287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961537659903707208/posts/default/1620697331202261287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreememories.blogspot.com/2009/01/tv-time.html' title='T.V. 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Today my wonderful husband sent me flowers to work. My little card said "Just Because, Love Patrick". He is such a sweetie. I am truly blessed to have a great husband. It's kind of nice to know every once in a while that you are appreciated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961537659903707208-5582655418906337272?l=moreememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreememories.blogspot.com/feeds/5582655418906337272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961537659903707208&amp;postID=5582655418906337272' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961537659903707208/posts/default/5582655418906337272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961537659903707208/posts/default/5582655418906337272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreememories.blogspot.com/2009/01/flowers-for-me.html' title='Flowers For Me!!!!'/><author><name>A Little about My Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12837166984947084436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SWufuwLMpsI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ZmuU0A9niik/s72-c/Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961537659903707208.post-8840828866846653884</id><published>2009-01-09T23:19:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:40:59.751-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Day</title><content type='html'>Patrick &amp; I decided that since we both had the day off that we would take the kids to Ripley's Aquarium. We have been remodeling our house for 2 months and really haven't had a lot of extra time to spend w/ them so we figured this would be a fun outing!I have been numerous times, but I still think it's pretty cool each time I go! Kaidence was actually big enough this time to really enjoy everything! She thought the stingrays were fun to touch. She surprisingly wasn't scared at all and wanted to stay in that area for most of the time we were there! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SWgjJAdbukI/AAAAAAAAAIE/q6o2mehthPs/s1600-h/101_0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SWgjJAdbukI/AAAAAAAAAIE/q6o2mehthPs/s320/101_0046.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289516399995894338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once we were finally able to talk her into going and checking something else out, we went over to the horseshoes crabs. Landen was a little too short to lean over and touch the stingrays, but he was able to get into the action w/ the crabs! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SWgjsSnXJ9I/AAAAAAAAAIM/UQUFOiIFrKY/s1600-h/101_0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SWgjsSnXJ9I/AAAAAAAAAIM/UQUFOiIFrKY/s320/101_0047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289517006164797394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And of course, Kaidence was able to touch them too!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SWgj_RKX6RI/AAAAAAAAAIU/lUxEt-hH_RE/s1600-h/101_0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SWgj_RKX6RI/AAAAAAAAAIU/lUxEt-hH_RE/s320/101_0048.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289517332192291090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We decided we wanted to get the kids ice cream, but Ripley's didn't have any :(. We promised we would get them some, so we made a stop at Dunkin Doughnuts. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SWgktS5iFVI/AAAAAAAAAIc/GFecLyYmD-8/s1600-h/101_0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SWgktS5iFVI/AAAAAAAAAIc/GFecLyYmD-8/s320/101_0051.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289518122932507986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think it was worth the wait!We had an awesome time and really enjoyed being able to have some family time for a change!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961537659903707208-8840828866846653884?l=moreememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreememories.blogspot.com/feeds/8840828866846653884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961537659903707208&amp;postID=8840828866846653884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961537659903707208/posts/default/8840828866846653884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961537659903707208/posts/default/8840828866846653884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreememories.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years-day.html' title='New Years Day'/><author><name>A Little about My Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12837166984947084436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SWgjJAdbukI/AAAAAAAAAIE/q6o2mehthPs/s72-c/101_0046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961537659903707208.post-1813219992750525009</id><published>2009-01-09T23:03:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:19:36.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Has Come!!!!</title><content type='html'>Of course, Kaidence woke up before everyone! She ran into the room so excited and woke me and Patrick up! Santa had brought brought her new clothes &amp; shoes, a baby and highchair, new barbies, soccer goal, &amp; her FAVORITE an art desk and supplies!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SWgf72eMC3I/AAAAAAAAAH0/-y6Bydgc6sY/s1600-h/000_0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SWgf72eMC3I/AAAAAAAAAH0/-y6Bydgc6sY/s320/000_0006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289512875441523570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Landen didn't wake up right away, but once he did, he was also very excited! At first he was kind of unsure why all this stuff was in the living room, but it didn't take him long to forget about that and start focusing on his new John Deere tractor. He thought it was awesome and was ready to ride right away! Along w/ his new tractor, Santa brought him new clothes &amp; shoes, toy box, scooter, work bench, &amp; magna-doodle!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SWgg6B-rD6I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Pbrjf7kNZcw/s1600-h/101_0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SWgg6B-rD6I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Pbrjf7kNZcw/s320/101_0006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289513943682453410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think we are safe to say, they definitely enjoyed their Christmas! Hope everyone else did too!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961537659903707208-1813219992750525009?l=moreememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreememories.blogspot.com/feeds/1813219992750525009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961537659903707208&amp;postID=1813219992750525009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961537659903707208/posts/default/1813219992750525009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961537659903707208/posts/default/1813219992750525009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreememories.blogspot.com/2009/01/santa-has-come.html' title='Santa Has Come!!!!'/><author><name>A Little about My Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12837166984947084436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SWgf72eMC3I/AAAAAAAAAH0/-y6Bydgc6sY/s72-c/000_0006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961537659903707208.post-2824394419972092773</id><published>2008-10-16T11:40:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:42:24.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Army Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SWgS2JAeVrI/AAAAAAAAAGc/j3aCK8R9vCo/s1600-h/100_0737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SWgS2JAeVrI/AAAAAAAAAGc/j3aCK8R9vCo/s320/100_0737.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289498483686790834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom decided that she was going to clean out all of my lil brothers old toys. She had a box of army men, a big truck, a tank, and all these other little army cars. When I walked in the front door w/ all the stuff, both of their mouths dropped and a big "AAHHHH" came out. They were so excited. They played w/ everything for about an hour. Thanks mom for giving me an hour to myself, lol!!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961537659903707208-2824394419972092773?l=moreememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreememories.blogspot.com/feeds/2824394419972092773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961537659903707208&amp;postID=2824394419972092773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961537659903707208/posts/default/2824394419972092773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961537659903707208/posts/default/2824394419972092773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreememories.blogspot.com/2008/10/army-men.html' title='Army Men'/><author><name>A Little about My Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12837166984947084436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SWgS2JAeVrI/AAAAAAAAAGc/j3aCK8R9vCo/s72-c/100_0737.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961537659903707208.post-7307659500996016901</id><published>2008-10-14T09:58:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T14:39:42.488-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Disaster</title><content type='html'>Well as you can see, my blog is not the same. Being a "virgin" for blogging, I thought I would try adding a background w/out the help of my teacher, Lynn from work. Well the outcome was not very good. I got so frustrated and everything was all out of whack that I just completely deleted my old blog. Therefore I lost all my posts, my music, and my slideshow. I have some work to do! I will get everything added back on this afternoon and I won't be trying anything new! Hopefully it will look better than it did before! Wish me luck :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961537659903707208-7307659500996016901?l=moreememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreememories.blogspot.com/feeds/7307659500996016901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961537659903707208&amp;postID=7307659500996016901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961537659903707208/posts/default/7307659500996016901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961537659903707208/posts/default/7307659500996016901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreememories.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-disaster.html' title='Blog Disaster'/><author><name>A Little about My Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12837166984947084436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961537659903707208.post-1372180888201618146</id><published>2008-09-01T11:24:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:43:34.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby starts school :(</title><content type='html'>I can't believe my baby started school this year. It is very depressing. Even though I have Landen under her it's still not the same. She will always be my baby! Her first day she was so excited! She was in my room at 5 A.M. wanting to know if it was time to get dressed yet. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SWgRaEc7hEI/AAAAAAAAAGM/lL-_94BxUi4/s1600-h/100_0725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SWgRaEc7hEI/AAAAAAAAAGM/lL-_94BxUi4/s320/100_0725.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289496901916001346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got to school, we went to the cafateria for her first experience w/ breakfast. She was so occupied looking at all the other kids, she didnt even touch her food. We were then off to her class. We got to her room and she started to walk right in. I said "Hey, you aren't going to love us bye?". She turned around, ran over to me and Patrick and gave us a big hug and kiss and then turned right back around to her classroom. She went and hung her bookbag up and then sat on the rug. She looked so big. Me and Patrick got into our seperate cars and heading to work. Of course, my mind started rambling about when she was a baby and how much she's grown and the tears started flowing. I managed to get myself together before I got to work! I picked her  up and the end of her day and she had to tell me all about it. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SWgRaculZ6I/AAAAAAAAAGU/AaA4diS7oXk/s1600-h/100_0731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SWgRaculZ6I/AAAAAAAAAGU/AaA4diS7oXk/s320/100_0731.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289496908432500642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She loved big girl school and immediately wanted to start riding the bus. Now I dont pick her up anymore, she's all on her own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961537659903707208-1372180888201618146?l=moreememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreememories.blogspot.com/feeds/1372180888201618146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961537659903707208&amp;postID=1372180888201618146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961537659903707208/posts/default/1372180888201618146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961537659903707208/posts/default/1372180888201618146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreememories.blogspot.com/2008/09/omg-my-baby-starts-school.html' title='My baby starts school :('/><author><name>A Little about My Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12837166984947084436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SWgRaEc7hEI/AAAAAAAAAGM/lL-_94BxUi4/s72-c/100_0725.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961537659903707208.post-9194067907409924485</id><published>2008-08-15T11:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T22:30:18.597-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spending Time w/ Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SWgTVyR5MQI/AAAAAAAAAGk/CX2bt9KjbBY/s1600-h/100_0646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SWgTVyR5MQI/AAAAAAAAAGk/CX2bt9KjbBY/s320/100_0646.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289499027341652226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Patrick and Kaidence decided they would build a tent that would cover my WHOLE living room. Once the hideaway was done, we had to go and play games underneath it! Kaidence thought this was the funniest thing. Our cat Bubbles liked jumping on top of the blankets and was falling through! She got upset w/ us when it was time to tear it all down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SWgTWBTCMSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/nfgOlZnm0l0/s1600-h/100_0692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SWgTWBTCMSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/nfgOlZnm0l0/s320/100_0692.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289499031372968226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Patrick and Landen decided to take a nap while waiting on the doctor to take a look at Landen. We stayed in the room waiting for over an hour. Needless to say we were very frustrated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961537659903707208-9194067907409924485?l=moreememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreememories.blogspot.com/feeds/9194067907409924485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961537659903707208&amp;postID=9194067907409924485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961537659903707208/posts/default/9194067907409924485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961537659903707208/posts/default/9194067907409924485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreememories.blogspot.com/2008/08/spending-time-w-daddy.html' title='Spending Time w/ Daddy'/><author><name>A Little about My Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12837166984947084436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SWgTVyR5MQI/AAAAAAAAAGk/CX2bt9KjbBY/s72-c/100_0646.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961537659903707208.post-1908945255807470118</id><published>2008-07-20T11:15:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T22:31:08.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaidence Turns 4</title><content type='html'>We had Kaidence's party at the Filling Station this year. We normally do a pool party, but I had the best idea to do it here. All I had to do was bring the cake. They set everything up, made the food, and cleaned up! I didn't have to do ANYTHING!!!! She had a blast! She thought she was a celebrity. She got on stage and sang Hannah Montana, Big House, and who knows what else. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SWgTyIZKf6I/AAAAAAAAAG0/WN-LTRHvj2M/s1600-h/100_0657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SWgTyIZKf6I/AAAAAAAAAG0/WN-LTRHvj2M/s320/100_0657.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289499514314063778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She danced and danced w/ all her little friends. They did the chicken dance and the limbo. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SWgUINuL1kI/AAAAAAAAAG8/SBMIXbJNp9I/s1600-h/100_0660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SWgUINuL1kI/AAAAAAAAAG8/SBMIXbJNp9I/s320/100_0660.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289499893701531202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the presents, good lord, the presents. She got so much stuff it looked like Santa Claus had come! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SWgUl9BJMhI/AAAAAAAAAHE/2J1g6dnT7rg/s1600-h/100_0665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SWgUl9BJMhI/AAAAAAAAAHE/2J1g6dnT7rg/s320/100_0665.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289500404613722642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wonder what miss priss will want to do next year. I never know with her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961537659903707208-1908945255807470118?l=moreememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreememories.blogspot.com/feeds/1908945255807470118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961537659903707208&amp;postID=1908945255807470118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961537659903707208/posts/default/1908945255807470118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961537659903707208/posts/default/1908945255807470118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreememories.blogspot.com/2008/07/kaidence-turns-4.html' title='Kaidence Turns 4'/><author><name>A Little about My Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12837166984947084436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SWgTyIZKf6I/AAAAAAAAAG0/WN-LTRHvj2M/s72-c/100_0657.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961537659903707208.post-5822412519748285649</id><published>2008-05-01T10:18:00.038-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T22:31:36.259-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Landen's 1st Birthday</title><content type='html'>May 1, 2008 my little man had his 1st Birthday! We had a party at the house for the kids to play on the slippin slides and Landen in the baby pool. He thought this was the coolest thing being able to splash around. This was the first time in the pool for the summer, so he had a great time. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SWgVCm9kFkI/AAAAAAAAAHM/oBzUP45JeeY/s1600-h/100_0629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SWgVCm9kFkI/AAAAAAAAAHM/oBzUP45JeeY/s320/100_0629.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289500896909334082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He got a LOT of presents and we had an awesome time. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SWgVczxOWrI/AAAAAAAAAHU/w45j3BcooWc/s1600-h/100_0631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SWgVczxOWrI/AAAAAAAAAHU/w45j3BcooWc/s320/100_0631.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289501347023837874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can't believe he is already 1!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961537659903707208-5822412519748285649?l=moreememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreememories.blogspot.com/feeds/5822412519748285649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961537659903707208&amp;postID=5822412519748285649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961537659903707208/posts/default/5822412519748285649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961537659903707208/posts/default/5822412519748285649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreememories.blogspot.com/2008/10/may-1-2008-my-little-man-had-his-1st.html' title='Landen&apos;s 1st Birthday'/><author><name>A Little about My Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12837166984947084436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lnl3osgfi4o/SWgVCm9kFkI/AAAAAAAAAHM/oBzUP45JeeY/s72-c/100_0629.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
